It was 1am as the cab drove me back from a night out downtown. I reflected on what a lousy year it had been so far; divorced at 26, dead end job, back living with parents and, worst of all, I hadn't been laid in months. I'd gone out tonight determined to set matters straight as far as the latter was concerned. It seemed that my luck would not change though, since I'd picked a night when the rest of the world had decided to stay in. To console myself a little I hit the bottle. Only now, as the cab pulled up outside my Mom and Dad's place, the alcohol merely served to increase my desires. I could feel the heat in my loins and I seemed to get a hardon every time I looked at a girl. Maybe everyone's had that feeling at some time in their life that if they don't have sex soon they're going to explode. Anyway, that's how I felt as I quietly put the key in the front door so as not to wake my parents.